#thegreenmatt

[quiteanabyss]

Hello, my friend! Much love to you on this X-mas Eve. I'm stoked to see your requests are open. May you indulge us with prompt: weed with Peterson + line "Wine-o- clock"? Thank you. 💚

Hi Matty!  Merry Christmas, and thank you for sending in this awesome prompt.  I shall endeavour to do my best with it ...

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and drug use, funnily enough.

You’re already in your robe by the time Ronnie arrives home, the latest episode of The Mandalorian queued up on the TV, and a glass of wine in your hand.

“You’re late,” you chide, when he pokes his head into the living room.  “It’s already wine-o-clock.”

“I might have something better than that,” he says, and disappears before you can ask him what he means.  You roll your eyes as you hear him crashing around in the bedroom, making one hell of a production out of changing from his uniform into his pyjamas.  For such a taciturn man, he never seems to be able to do anything quietly.  

When he finally reappears, you barely glance up from your phone, where you are scrolling idly through your Twitter feed.  You already know that he will be wearing his grey jogging bottoms, a Star Wars t-shirt of some kind.  You also know that he will sit down and then get up again almost immediately, when he remembers he hasn’t fixed himself his own glass of wine.

But today, he sinks down on the couch next to you, and remains there.  It’s so out of the ordinary that you look up, and it is then that he presents you with the aforementioned something better than that, laid out on the palm of his hand.

You blink, and then look up at his face.  One corner of his mouth is turned up slightly, as much of a smile as he ever manages to muster.  For him, it’s as good as a grin.  “Why, Officer Peterson,” you say, adopting a scandalized tone.  “Is that what I think it is?”

“It was a slow day,” he says.  “We busted a couple of high school students who were being rowdy, and I let them go with a warning.  After confiscating their stash, of course.”

“How very civic-minded of you,” you say, reaching over the side of the couch and fishing around inside your bag, where you keep your lighter.

“Mm, I know,” says Ronnie.  “The city should give me a medal.”  He catches the lighter when you toss it to him, lights up the suspicious looking cigarette, and closes his eyes as he takes a drag.  “This is definitely better quality than last month’s haul,” he comments..

“You know those high school students are going to figure out what you’re up to eventually,” you say, with a grin.

Ronnie just snorts, and grabs the remote from the coffee table.  He hits play, and settles back into his seat, looking very relaxed already.

You put down your glass, not interested in its contents anymore, and take what he is offering you instead.

Turns out it isn’t wine-o-clock after all.  

It’s 4:20.

[babbushka]

Mrs. Z, thank you for opening your heart to us today. Can you write a little something where Paterson takes control, knowing Reader isn't feeling their best. Makes the kind of love to them that they can feel in their soul - a love that grounds and reassures. Thank you dear friend. All my love to you. 💚

He knows that there are days where you’re just not feeling like being in charge. Days where you don’t have the energy to be fully in control. He knows, and that’s alright with him, all Paterson ever wants is for you to be happy. 

All he needs is encouragement, permission, praise, and he does anything you ask of him. If one particular evening, you ask for him to be the one taking the reigns, he will, and he’ll be glad to do it if it means you’ll be happy. 

He loves having sex with you, in any way shape and form. Being with you, having your body beneath his, the way he pulls moans and gasps from your throat light him on fire. 

But he’s never rough with you, that’s just not something he’s capable of. No, no Paterson is soft, sweet, gentle. 

He doesn’t fuck you, he makes love, his hips roll and grind against your body in steady rhythm, bodies rocking together as he lavishes your face with small kisses, touches that have you trembling the way he always is for you. 

He’s a poet, your Paterson, and everything he does is beautiful, even this. Even this messy sweaty thing like sex is beautiful. He’ll make calming reassuring eye contact with you, panting shallow breaths as he kisses you, moans against your jaw. 

You do so much, you have so much to take care of -- Paterson wants to take care of you. It fills him with joy to know that you trust him so completely that you’ll allow him this. 

Of course he still looks to you for praise, for all the assurances that he’s doing well, that he’s your good boy as he makes you come on his cock his fingers his tongue, and you still give it to him because oh does he deserve it. 

And when it’s all over, when you’ve both run out of breath and you’ve reached your climaxes of pleasure together, he’ll pull you against his chest and wrap his arms around you, not caring that you’re sticky and sweaty one bit, because he loves you, and he always will. 

[iamakiller]

The image of you in bed in silk pajamas, sucking indignantly on a Werther's as you refresh your feed, makes me feel some kinda way.

I've got something for you to suck on too, if you're game.

I wouldn't want you to feel left out ...

[barbers-glimmerin-darlin]

Hi E! Nice avatar! :) I hope things are good with you. 15. what’s a question do you constantly get asked? & 18. rant about your favorite musician. 💚

Lovely to see you! Love seeing you in my notifications Matty 🥰

What's a question you constantly get asked?

I think it's probably people asking about my hair really. My hair is quite long, so I get asked a lot along the lines of how I look after it/have I always had it long etc. Pretty mundane stuff really!

Rant about your favourite musician.

I have many, many, MANY favourite musicians. However for this occasion I have selected my favourite band in the world, Mumford & Sons.

I HAVE NEVER MET ANOTHER HUMAN BEING WHO LOVES MUMFORD THE WAY I DO. WHY NOT?! THEIR VIBE IS ABSOLUTELY IMMACULATE. THEY HAVE A SONG FOR EVERY OCCASION AND EVERY MOOD.

STAN MUMFORD & SONS FOR CLEAR SKIN!!!!!

(I highly recommend their album Wilder Mind as we power through the colder weather of Autumn and Winter, very atmospheric. If anyone gives them a listen please come and tell me what you thought!!!)

Thank you for stopping by my love (glad you like the avatar! She's cute, right?!) 💚

[father-garupe]

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It has been many years since my last confession. These are my sins: I have taken the Lord's name in vain. However, it's been four LONG years (if you catch my drift), so God's gotta give me a hall pass, right? Secondly, I've been coveting my neighbor's...*looks into your eyes* What shall I do for penance, father?

“Well, so long as you’re here now. Truly you won’t believe how relieved I am to hear sins other than...well, that’s no matter,” Francisco shifted on the pew beside you and cleared his throat. “While I don’t believe God gives out, hall passes as you call it, I believe it is within the Lord to forgive such minor transgressions. A simple prayer should suffice.” 

[voidimpala]

Hello darling Rose! I hope you're well. I'm so excited for Phillip week!!! Can you entertain Altman + Reader shopping for a new mattress? Trying it out for size? Thank you. 💚

Okay but this is an awesome & clever prompt so thank you M!! Hope your enjoy these headcanons I had way too much fun writing:

It was finally about time for you and Phillip to get a new bed & mattress because the other one well...broke to say the least

During a really rough session one night, Phillip slammed your stomach so hard that the bed went thunk right onto the floor

Serves him right for insisting on taking his mom’s old guest room bed from who knows how many years ago so the two of you “can save a bit of money”

Well that clearly worked out well 

You’ve been sleeping & fucking on your shared old mattress that was quite literally on it’s last leg

You ruffle Phillip’s hair and he groans tiredly when you say “Get up sleepy boy, we’re going shopping because someone rearranged my guts and broke our bed the other day, hmm?”

His whole aura completely changes in that moment: “Fuck yeah I did baby” he says proudly

The pair of you head to the mall for a day of shopping, and Phillip practically drags you into the furniture store

His kinky ass has the grand idea in his head to buy a four poster bed so he can tie you up easier

As you soon as he tells you his little plan, you snicker because you know full well he will be the first one to be bound to it

Gotta love a couple of switches

Being the literal man child that he is: Phillip made you both try each mattress to see which one was “the bounciest”

The little shit almost got the both of you kicked out because he was jumping up and down on several of the more expensive mattresses and talking a little too loudly about how he’s going to fuck you into obllivion later

You both finally decided on this bed which can just as well be used for Phillip’s punishment later for all his shenanigans in the store

[fuckyeahsackler]

Yo, A! If you're available, wanna meet at tomorrow at Kellogg's Diner for Sunday brunch? We can catch up and you can tell me about all these lovely ladies I've been hearing about. Talk to you soon.

“Ah, fuck! I can’t believe I fuckin’ missed the invite! Shit, I’m sorry, Matty. You free any time this week?”

[safarigirlsp]

Thank you for cracking open this horror blurb door, Shannon! I hope you're well. 💚 It's a curse, I tell ya! Whenever I intentionally get dressed up, I'm like the cooler at a casino. Something always goes awry....

Dan really brought a lot to the table in a relationship. Of course he was caring, affectionate, kind. But he was also smart as hell, capabale, quick to think on his feet, and, above all, he was a master at staying cool under pressure.

He always gave his very best for you. He ensured that he made it home in time to take you to the Halloween party you’d be raving about for weeks. He didn’t try to hurry you, even though he had to wait an extra thirty minutes for you to finish getting ready.

Although, he did think it odd that he couldn’t find any news stations to watch as you added the finishing touches to your makeup. Nothing but static on every one. Strange.

The two of you had planned to walk to the party. It was only a few blocks away and strolling hand in hand with Dan amid the falling October leaves sounded like a dream.

His hand was warm as he held yours, bringing your knuckles to his lips every so often as you walked. The streets where suspiciously vacant and it seemed as though there were fewer lights than should be shining from the windows of the buildings you passed. Even the store fronts you passed looked darker than usual.

Dan saw him first. The man shambling toward you along the street ahead. His movement was all wrong. He walked as though every bone is in his body was broken, his limbs only held together by wires and guided by a shaking puppeteer.

Instinctively, Dan pulled you behind him. The streets were littered tooth junkies these days. There was no telling what some hopped up punk might try.

It was then that Dan noticed the others. Both of you had been so focused on each other that you hadn’t noticed the slowly moving people in the shadows that surrounded you. You hadn’t noticed them closing in around you from all sides.

Looking around frantically, Dan’s grip on you tightened.

As some of the strangers lurched closer to you, you began to notice details that made your stomach turn with dread. Gnashing teeth, twitching limbs, bloody wounds, vacant eyes, a collective malice among the crowd.

You were just passing a store with a golfing display in its window. Without breaking his stride, Dan released your hand just long enough to slam his huge fist through the window.

Ignoring the glass embedded in his fist, Dan reached in to retrieve two nine-irons.

His voice was steady and his eyes met yours unblinking when he passed one to you.

“You stay behind me unless something happens to me. Then, you just fucking run.”